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It`s like a holocaust to the boss when I toss Too much knowledge kicked then you`re lost In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler And I control your mind like Hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style just boring me So I show K.N.O.W. L.E.D.G.E. it might trouble you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don`t stay calm So panic Others can`t flow so they go schizophrenic You thought I dropped a dud in your face Until you taste the blood of the bass Then you faint, or better yet pass out When I`m on the mic, believe it`s ass out You think you`re raw so you draw You lose, you`re hung, you bite your tongue The whole town saw in awe as you strangle A noose on your neck, and you dangle From side to side in the blazing heat You`re beat, you`re dead, the fools fell off You feel you`re turning red, it`s said That your head burst And this is only the first verse Of the bomb
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Don`t break up the fight let them rumble Over the years I`ve watched some go super-bad quick Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach Now ask yourself, who`s stupid? I take funky funky beats and I loop it And pimp slap you in the face with the bass And the boom from the bomb that I drop Stop You have a flat top as a fashion I love Black women with a passion But when they gotta go and show their ass in I gotta clown the hoes, yeah You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres They`ll steer you wrong Ice Cube`s got it going on, hit me For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme The system ain`t wholesome They want to put a young brother in Folsom And others see me on lockdown But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word To the brother that rolls the herb Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that Jinx got the gat, and it`s a fact He`ll kick a funky beat to peel your cap Now who`s the mack? Who`s the hoe? Who`s the trick? I got many, many styles won`t you take a pick But don`t be alarmed When I trip and stumble and fumble And drop the (rewind) Drop the bomb
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I`m solo, you ask how I`m living Still dropping more shit than a pigeon With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H, The M, the O, the B, the great Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha It`s the hip-hopper that don`t like coppers And if you try to upset the pot son You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun I make the beats, I make the breaks I make the rhymes that make you shake Make you find Ice Cube never caught in the middle I make shit to kick you in the ass a little And still never hesitate to stutter step Or bust a repitition on the mic Still dissing all the hype From left to right How many left to fight? So what that Lench Mob like?
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